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Oh  poor  I  ittle  Pol  \y, 
Sheasked   for  a  dolly 

In  a  manner  that  couldn't    but  win; 
Her  mother  said , Po  My 
Will  get   her  new  dolly 

Just  as  soon   as  my  ship  comes 


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"Dear  m  e,  said  miss  Polly, 
"Oh   that   will   b  e  j  o  1 1  y , 
Iwish    I  knew  when    it  would   be- 
But   perhaps  a  sea-shel1 
Can  the  mystery  tell, 
Forthey  si  nd  of  what    6oes  on  at  sea." 

Said  poor  I  itt  I  e  Pol  ly, 
T is  quite  melancholy; 
I  can't    make  a  word  out  you  say, 
And  I  do  not   see  why," 
She  went  on  with  a  sigh, 
"You  should  speak  in  that  Frenchified  way." 


Oh    poor  li  tt  I  e  Polly, 

She   longed   forthat  dolly; 

Soshe  went  to  an  old  pine  tree 
Which  was  ever  so  high, 
And    it  talked  to  the  sky 

Of  what    it  saw  way  out    at  sea 


Sai  d  silly  miss  Polly, 
"It  must  be  quite  jolly 

To  be  all  grown  up  and  so  high; 
It  would    be  very  kind 
My  entreaties  to  mind 

And  tell    if  a  ship  should  sail   m$h! 


Oh   there    was    a    brown     owl, 
A   sagacious   old   fowl, 
Who  was  perched   on   a  branch  near  by. 
Said    he  to   miss  Polly, 
"Id  quit    all   this  folly 
And    I'd    make    myself  scarce.t  hat  would  I 


And   didn't    poor  Polly 
Then  get  a  new  dolly? 

Ah  ha  little  dears  .didn't    she? 
A  beautiful  dolly 
in  time  came  to  Polly, 

But   it   came  on  the  Christmas  tree 


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Babiesto  show1  Here  are  babies  to  show1 
And  who' II  take  the  prize  ,1'm  anxious  to  know. 

Babies  with  blue  eyes  and  SQme  that  have  gray, 
Thin  ones  and  fat  on  es.Who'l  I  take  the  prize ,  pray  ? 

Fine  hea  I  thy  boys;  here  are  girls  that  are  nice. 
.    Not, madam, for  sale ;  we  can't  name  a  price. 
But  every  dear  baby  should  have  afine  prize 
'  For  being  the  biggest  one  here  of  its  size. 


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Little  EmilyJane  goes  out  into  the  rain, 
And  although  she  gets  wet  shedoesnot  complain; 
On  the  tips  of  hertoes  through  the  puddlesshegoes, 
And  she  doesn't  much  care  how  hard  the  wind  blows. 


Tis  very  bad  weather, but  she  will  see  whether 
It  ever  rains  pitch  forks, as  she  has  hea  rd  said  ; 
So  she  walksfor  an  hour, about  in  the  shower, 
And  goes  home  at  last  with  a  cold  in  her  head. 


've  lived  a  whole  year"said  the  wise  babie, 
And  I  know  what   I  say,  my  clears; 
"Spring  with  its  nice  posies, 
Its  fun  and   its  roses. 
Comes  but  once  in  an  age.mydears" 


"Oh  d  ea  r'sa  i  d    m  iss  Daffo  d  i  I  ou 

on    the  lawn, 
"I  am  certainly  sorry  I  ever  wa 

born . 
I  am   t  i  red  of  grow i  ng,  I'm 

t  h  i  rsty  and   hot,- 
But  ha, here  comesTom 
with   his  watering  pot" 


Said  the  city  child  to  Lucy, 
As  they  met  upon  the  green, 
Tve  just  found  the  finest  flower 
That  I  have  ever  seen." 

"Oh  my, you  silly  city  child, 
You  are  green  as  grass, indeed, 
It  is  but  a  dan  del  ion 
And  nothing  but  a  weed. 

"Ah.but  in  my  mothers  garden 
There  are  flowers  brave  to  see; 
There  are  hollyhocks  and  roses, 
Where  hangs  the  honey  bee. 


"There  are  marigolds,  and  heartsease, 
AncJ  Forget-me-nots  so  blue, 
And  perhaps, if  you  will  ask  her, 
5h ell  give  you  one  or  two." 

5aidth 
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And  if  s 
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'Oh  my 'we're  most  afraid  to  see 

Such  6audy  colors  everywhere. 
The  trees  are  ^reen  , they  should  n't  be. 
And  bright  gay  Flowers  here  and  there. 

"The  sky  is  blue, the  wicked  sky, 

A  deep  delicious  lovely  blue; 
And  such  a  6org,-  ,  ih 

W  h atever  a  re  we  co  m  I  r:o  to  ' 


"Here's  ru:  sel    )\  Q  ■         m 

And  pink  an      'urpl      •  h  •  lear  me! 
But  we're  a! I  di  lored     nd 

Just  a 5  we  kno\  -    je  o ug  h  t  te  be." 


Far  a  way  on  the  beach  where  the  wild  waves  play, 
As  they  come  with  a  rush  to  the  land, 

The  you  n§  M  1 1 1 1  kens  came  one  sunshiny  day, 
To  bathe  a  nd  to  stroll  on  the  sand 


Said  the  Mil  liken  boy  to  the  M  il  liken  girl, 
"I  don't  want  to  bathe  in  the  sea; 

For  each  day  Iv'ea  scrub  ma  horrid  old  tub, 
And  one  bath  is  suFFident   for  me." 


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These  five  li-ttle  girls  and  one  little  boy 
Do  merrily  dance  in  a  ring; 

"And  pray  little  girls.and  pray  little  boy, 
Why  merrily  thus  do  you  sing?" 


"Oh  round  and  round, in  a  merry  go-round, 

For  merry  gay  folks  Qre  we  ] 
Our  lives  are  bright  .and  our  hearts  are  light, 

As  all  little  children's  should  be" 


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"Swing  the  rope,oh  swing  the  rope, 
lam  not  tired  a  bit. 
I  can  jump  a  hundred  times 
Without"  once  stopping  it. 

But   I  can't   run  of  errands, 
To  school   I  cannot  go, 

For  I  am  sort  of  sickiy,and 
It  tires  me  you  know 

Swing  the  rope, oh  swinrj  the  rope, 
Do, pray  $  i  rls,swi  nglt  faster! 

Oh  deary  me,  I'm  jum  pi  no  o  FP 
Mybelladonna  piaster' 

"But  i  shall  keep  on  jumping, 
Go  on;l  shai  I  not  heed  it; 
Tis  only  when  I  read  or  sew 
That  I  do  ever  need   it  " 


/  / 


This  is  Miss  Isabel  Emily  Lee, 
Frightened  to  death  by  a  poor  bumbie  bee 
Looking  for  honey. Oh  dear.whar  a  goose! 
The  bumble  bee's  done, so  what  is  the  use' 


Here's  Brigadier  General   Hannibal   Lee, 
Vowing  revenge  on  the  poor  bumble  bee. 
With  sword  in  his  hand  he  seeks  for  the  foe; 
'Where  did  that  bloodthirsty  bumble  bee$o?" 


And  this  is  the  innocent  poor  bumble  bee, 
That  frightened  the  timid  Miss  Isabel   Lee. 
Down  in  the  grass  where  the  tall  daisies  grow, 
He  laughs  as  the  General  struts  to  and  fro. 


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"Oh  baby  boy  and  sister  Kate, 
Now  tell  the  truth  to  me; 
When  you  swing  up  mtothe 
sky, 
Pray  what  is  there  to  see?" 


"We  see  the  little  clouds  sai  I 
ro  u  n  d 
Li  ke  jolly  boats  at  sea; 
We'd   I  i  ke  to  be  aboard  and 

float 
Around  so  carelessly" 


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Once, I've  heard, In  sunny  Dover 
Margerys  $lad-faced  rover, 
Hunted  for  a  four-leaved  clover. 

Twill  bnng>'she5aid''bangle5and  rings, 
And  balls  and  dolls.and  clothes  and  things, 
Such  good  luck  Pour- leaved  clover  brings." 


When, at  last, oho  Found  the  clover, 
She'd  searched  al!  day  the  fields  in  Dover; 
The  good  luck  was,-the  search  was  over. 


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"Good  mo  rrow,  master  Greencap; 
My  goodness, how  you  stare! 
Oh  don't  do  so, 
Tis  rude, you  know  ; 
I  wonder  how  you  dare" 


"Good  morrow  ,1  i  the  mistress; 
Oh  my,but  aren't:  you  green! 

A  re  n't  you  aware 

A  cat  can   sta  re 
At  one,  though  she's  a  queen?" 


2/ 


"Oh  pretty  miss  Jenny, 

I'd  give  a  whole  penny 
To  know  what  your  thoughts  are, my  dear. 

Are  you  thinking  that  life 

Is  a  terribl  e  stri  re, 
And  th  inga  are  provokingly  queer? 

"Oh  pretty  missJenny, 
.        If  troubles  you've  any, 
I'll  tell   you  the  speediest  cure. 
Just  fly  round  and  get  tea 
For  both  you  and  for  me, 
•     And  mind   that  the  milk  is  quite  pure.'1 


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"Heigho,  heigho,  my  baby  0, 

And  can't  you  walk  a  bit?" 

"Oh  mammy, won't  you  carry  me, 

Prow  what's  the  use  of  it? 

"My  legs  are  weak  and  floppy, Q; 
1 1  isn't  n  ice  to  tumble  so; 
Give  me  your  hand ,or  down  I  go; 

My  legs  are  weak  and  floppy, 0" 

"Now  go  to  sleep, my  baby  0, 

And  sleep  the  whole  night  long" 

"Oh  say  not  so,  the  night  wil  I  go 
In  dancing  and  in  song. 

"At  night  I'm  never  sleepy, 0; 

I'm  used  to  being  trotted, 0; 
I  I  ike  to  have  a  song,you  know; 
At  night  I'm  never  sleepy.O" 


Oh, that  Dorothy  Cook,  that 

Dorothy  Cook, 
How  very  industrious  does 


the  child  look ! 


Yet  she  Flun§  clown  her  patch- 

work,and  stamped  on  it  too; 
For  Dorothy  was  in  a  passion, 


'tis  true. 


But.dear  me, when  Dorothys  mother  came  in, 
A  d i FFeren  \  order  of  things  did  be£in ; 
For  Dorothy  sa t  down  and  sewed  in  her  chair,. 
With, oh, such  a  meek  and  industrious  air! 


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"A  bad  bad  boy  I  hear  you  are, 

Oh  Tommy  Snow ! 
And  you  steal  apples, people  say; 

That's  wron<>,you  know. 


"You  do  not  come  to  Sunday  school 

Oh  Tommy  Snow1 
But  slyly  creep  off  by  yourself 
And  fish  in<>  go. 


"What, do  you  mean  to  say,  my  son, 
You  don't  do  so?  — 
A h;you  are  Billy  Snooks  I  see, 
Not  Tommy  Snow" 


"Mistress  has  ^one  to  town.she  said, 

"And  left  me  lots  to  do;. 
There's  bread  to  bake,and  clothes  to  mend, 

And  all  this  sweeping  too! 


'Suppose  I  swept  the  house'ishe  said, 
"From  early  morn  till  night; 
From  n i gh r  till  early  morn  again, 
With  all  my  mam  and  might" 


"Suppose  you  dicl"l  said  to  her, 

"Why  what  would  happen  then?" 
'Tel  have  to  take  my  broom  in  hand 
And  sweep  it  o'er  again1.' 


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"Tra  la  la  ,oh,  tra  la  la  ! 
Nancy, lend  an  ear. 

I've  got  a  banjo  fo  r  to 
Serenade  myclear. 


'Tra  la  la.oh^ra  la  I  a  ! 

Hear  my  pensive  so  no. 
Lady  love, oh  lady  love, 
I  have  loved  thee  long" 


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"Little  girl,pretty  girl, 

Are  you  too  deaf7  to  hear?" 

"Excuse  me, merry  master, 

But  you  tickled  so  my  ear." 


"Little  girl , Funny  grrl, 

What's  the  time  o1  day ?" 
The  time  that  work  is  over 

And  that  Polks  begin  to  play." 


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"Little  gi  rl  Jolly  girl, 

Pray  stay  with  me  and  play.'1 
"Yes,th  at  I  wi  I  ^.providing 

I  can  always  have  my  way." 

"Li  ttle  gi  rl, saucy  gi  rl", 

I'd  be  better  oft  alone/' 

"Good  bye, then, and  I  hope, sir, 

You'll  enjoy  your  telephone" 


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He  stole  a  big  apple, 
This  rosy-cheeked   lad, 

From  a  poorapple  woman, 
The  biggest  she  had. 


He  stole  a  big  apple 
And    then    ran  away; 

He  is  a  young  rascal, 
That's  a  1 1  I  can  say. 


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"Oh, may  I  be  your  I  i  tt\  e  page, 

My  pretty   lady,say? 
I'll  bear  your   train    right  careFu  I  !y 
Ifyou  decide   I   may." 


She  said" I  wish  no  little  page; 

My  rra  i  n  I  gladly  see 
Sweep  o'er  the  floor,  two  yards  and  mo 

So  p  ra  y  d  o  n't  Fo  1 1  o  w  me" 


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"Oh  stay, my  boy, I've  a  lovely  book, 
And  we  will  both  at  the  pictures  look. 

It's  n  ice  and  cool  in  the  shade  of  the  trees, 
So  let's  swing  together  and  take  our  ease.'"' 


But" No" he  said- stoutly- 1  want  to$o; 

They  are  making  hay  in  the  Fields  below; 
The  berries  are  thick  by  the  old  stone  wal 
And  I  don't  1 1  ke  pictures  and  books  at  a 


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"Bui  see"she  says'nere  are  little  girls 
With  great  big  eyes, and  such  pretty  curls; 
And  look  at  their  dear  little  slippered  feet; 
Oh,the  nice  little  girls, don't  you  think  they  are  sweet7" 

Then  he  growled"!  don't  I  ike  little  gi  rls,you  know; 

A  hundred  times  I  have  told  you  so. 

I'm  a^reat  big  boy.and  a  boy  should  stay 
In  the  fields  where  the  men  are  making  hay." 

"But  see'shesard'here's  a  splendid  boat, 
And  q  mo n  in  a  scarlet  soldier  coat ; 
And  here's  a  boy  witha  beautiful  gun. 
I'm  going  to  reacljSo  you'd  better  run." 


5aid  he'lt  is  hot  i n  tire  fi eld 

below  ; 
They  won't  let  me  ride  on  the  load 
I  know ; 
The  berries  are  n't  ripe  by  the 

old  stone  wall, 
And  I  do  I  ike  pictures  and  books 
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She  cannot  wander  up  the  hi  1 1, 

Ordown  into  the  valley, 
Without  a  troop  of  boys  and  $  iris, 
Unfortunate  rnissSally1 


She  cannot  pass  a  pleasant  hour 
In  quiet  with  a  book, 

But  every  child  in  Sallystown 
Seeks  out  her  peaceful  nook. 


And  all  because  one  luckless  day, 
In  Oay  and  merry  mood, 

She  told  a  fairy  tale  to  them, 
And  i  t  was  wondrous  good  . 


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Wicked  youn£  truants 
A- Pishing  all    day! 
Said  Tom   to  Johnny, 
"Now  old  fellow, say, 

"  I  f  these  o  I  d   fishes 
Were  hungry  as  we, 
Wouldn't  they  bite, though, 
When  our  bait  theysee? 

"If  I  saw  a  pie 
Just  tied  to  a  string, 
Wouldn't  I  s  nap  at  it 
Like  a  n  y  rh  i  no?" 

"Oh  I'm   going  home: 
Said  Fred  e nek',' for 
The  sooner  1  £>o 
Will  my  scolding  be  o'er." 


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A  bashful  chi  Id  was 
Lucy  Ju  ne; 
She  stood  right  by 
the  door ; 
She  d  id  n't  dare  look 
up  or  down; 
Behi  nd  her  or  before 


She  put  her  Firmer  in  her  mouth, - 
I'm  sure  I  thought  she'd  cry,— 

And  all  because  a  Fine  barouche 
And  pair  were  passing  by, 


And  she  was  sure  the  people  Fine,  ' 
(The  people  that  were  in  it),  • 

Had  looked  at  her,as  they  passed  by, 
The  millionth  ofa  minute. 


Oh, I  am  sad  For  Lucy  Jane, 
For  bitterwas  her  sorrow ; 

But  happily,  twill  pass  away 
And  vanish  ere  the  morrow. 


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Poll  y 

fPhoebe,be  my  bosom  Friend. 

I   will   love  you   mad  ly. 
Molly,- she's  a  horrid    $irl,— 

And   she'll   treat  you  badly 


Molly.) 

"Wi^you  be  my  bosom    Friend? 

Oh ,  pretty  Phoebe,  do  . 
Do  not  heed  what  Polly  says, 
Fo  r  s  h  e's  deceiving  you 


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You  ng  Jacob  ,  charm  ing   litHe  man, 
Was  very  sweet  on   Flighty  Nan; 
"My  deary  0"  he  sa  i  d  ,"t  hey  s^y 
Th  e  singing  school  begi  ns  to-day  ; 
To g  e  t  h  e  r  you  and  I  will  go." 
Said   cruel   Nan"Good  gracious  ,noj 
I've  lots  to  do,  I  never  can, 
I'm  not   a-oo  i  ng,si  r"said  Nan. 


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Then  Jacob  said, "Adieu, adieu ;"" 
And  Nan  saw  that  he  meant  it, too! 

She  saidj'Why  Jacob, don't  you  know 
That  From  the  Fi  rst  I  meant  to  go?" 


"  D  o ,  r  e ,  m  i ,  f  a  -  5  0 1 J  a ,  s  1 ,  d  0 ; " 

So  Folks  did  s i n g , 0 h  long  ago, 
While  many  an  arch  and  tender  look 
Was  cast  above  the  singing-book. 

•  And  Fatal  are  the  words  J  know; 

"Dcre.mija-solja.si^o" 


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"Oh  how  do  you  do, sir,  this  frosty  cold  day? 
The  thermometers  down  to  zero,rhey  say; 
And  dack  Frost  is  biting  my  fingersand  toes, 

The  ponds  are  a  1 1  freezi  ng,and  how  the  wind  blows!" 

"I'm  very  we  1 1 ,  ma'am,  this  frosty  cold  day. 

But  winter  is  coming  and  he  means  to  stay; 
He's  brought  his  white  robe,and  his  jewelry  too; 
The  tree-boughs  are  sparkling  I  ike  grass  in  the  dew." 

"Wei I, we  must  be  moving, this  frosty  cold  day; 

I'll  coast  with  you  on  your  new  sled, i f !  may." 
"Believe  me,dear  madar^my  sled  will  hold  two, 

And  always  upon  i  [  therel  I  be  room  for  you." 


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Now  here  is  a  boy 
That's  lost"  i  n  a  boo 
He  hasn't  fo  r  Po 
A  word  or  a  look 


"In  this  pool"says 

Poll, 
"A  sweet  creatu  re 


see  ; 

Ca  n  i  t   be   rea  1 1  y 
A  n   image  of  mer 


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De  circus-am  a-com-jiV, 
A  mighty  haiYsome  show. 

Been  a -wait  in'  long  enough 
For  de  elephant  to  grow!"" 


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fSho,whSt  you  say  dar,  honey? 
Oh^no.we  won't  go  home; 
Fordegood  t\  n<js  ob  d  is  world 
Am  always  slow  to  come." 


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Young  Joseph  and  Jerry  and  Jacob  and  John 
Had  nothing  whateveij  \o  do  nea\i"h  the  sun., 
But  toJoaf,to  lounge,and  to  loll  halFtheday, 
Ti  1 1  someone  gave  Jerry  a  Fiddle  to  play ; 
The  others  then  hod  to  have/one, n$ht  &w&) 


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Then  they  said  "Now  we  1 1  lea  rn  to  play,  to  play, 
In  the  most  del  igh  tful  and  ravishing  way, 
Like  the  man  in  the  Fairy  tale, Oho! 
Who  played  and  every  one  danced, you  know- 
They  tripped  on  the  light    fantastic  toe. 

"The  butcher  shall  dance, and  so  shall  the'baker, 
The  tailor,  rhe  grocer,the  candle-stick  maker- 
And  the  school  master  1 1  skip  the  nimblest  of  a  1 1, 
And  after  him  big  boys  and  pretty  girls  small  ;- 
Of  course  there'll  be  no  school  in  those  days,at  all" 

So  they  played  in  the  morning, at  n  i$ht,and  at  noon^ 

And  every  played  very  much  out  of  tune; 

But  they  sand  they  were  ready  when  they  came  to  d  ie 

To  join  in  rhe  chorus  of  angels  on  hioh;- 

The  only  air  either  could  piay.was  -Shoo-Fly. 


"Oh, have  you  heard  the  news, dame? 

I  wonder  if  its  true!" 
"Good  gracious  me!  I  never  did! 

What  are  we  coming  to?" 

And  did  you  know?  Who  told  you  so? 

Whoever  did  be^in  it?" 
He  wouldn't  go".  I  want  to  know! 
There  must  be  something  in  it1" 

"Oh  hushaby, my  baby  dear,  here  upon  my  knee; 
Your  father  is  a  noble, and  a  noble  you  shall  be; 
Your  mother  is  a  lady  who  combs  her  yellow  tresses; 
She's  velvet  caps,and  satin  £owns,and  rich  and 
costly  dresses." 


52 


One  minute  more  for  Cynfhy  Ann - 
"What  is  the  answer, what7" 

"I  know,!  know'says  Cynthy  Ann, 
"  But,dea.r  meJVe  forgot1" 

Amandy  next.she  doesn't  know, 

Then  stupid  Lucy  Ball, 
And  JohnnyjWno  looks  very  wise, 

But  can't  tell  after  all . 


A  stupid  class  of  boys  and  girls, 
They  cannot  read  or  write, 

They  do  not  know  geography 
Nor  algebra, a  mite. 

They  don't  know  trigonometry, 

Nor  chemistry^  bit- 
Alas, alas, when  they  grow  up 
For  what  will  they  be  fit? 


S3 


"Hush  ,  they  are  coming 
Now  keep  still; 
They'll    never   Find    us, 
I  f  y  o  u   will" 


a  o> 


S'pose  they  don't  find  us, 
I've  ca  I  led   twice; 

To  keep  on  hiding 
Wont   be    nice. 


u  o' 


S'pose  they  have  somethi  ng 

Good  for  tea  — 
Dear  me^come  Find  us, 

Here  drc  we." 


54- 


55 


"Oh.dear  mother,down  there,  "If  you  hold  the  bucket 
Yes, down  in  the  well,  Down  long  enoughrso,- 

Lives  a  nice  little.&irl,  Shell  get  in, dear  mother, 
Tis  true  that  I  tell.  And  come  up, I  know. 

"Then  I'll  have  a  sister, 

A  beautiful  twin  ; 
And  the  well  I  will  promise 

No  more  to  look  in" 


56 


Oh,Poppy  McQudde.my  h'rrle  maid, 
5he  read  fairy  tales"truly"she  said; 

5ome  about  maidens  with  cruel  step-mothers, 
And  grim  old  Blue-beard^nd  various  others. 


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Oh, Poppy  McQuade, my  little  maid, 

She  told  big  stories,!  am  afraid, 

Foras  ov&r  her  chair  I  happened  to  look, 

I  saw  she  was  holding  her  mothers  cook-book 


57 


She  wished  that:  she  were  taller; 

Op  the  window  not  so  hi§h, 

Why  couldn't  they  have  made  it 

On  a  level  with  her  eye! 

The  trees  were  all  in  blossom, 

And  the  world  was  fair  to  see, 
Yet  shut  up  in  the  dull  house 
A  prisoner  was  she. 


She  longed  to  be  a  §ay  bird, 

Born  in  a  leafy  bower; 
She  be£$ecl  she  might  go  out  doors, 

And  then  came  clown  the  shower. 


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The  Christmas  bells  are  ringing, 
We  can  hear  the  children  sinking; 


They  seem  to  be  merry, 
These  little  folks-very,— 


We  can  hear  them  all  a-sinOing 


59 


"Pray  mama, pray  papa, 
Do  not  dance  or  sing; 
Please  sit  very  quiet 
And  don't  do  anything  . 

"I  cannot  $o  to  sleep, I  know, 
If  you  are  having  fun  below, 
I  have  to  ^o  to  bed  at  eight, 
A  thing  I  do  abominate. 

"Pray  ma  ma, pray  papa; 
Do  not  Iau3h  and  talk, 
And  pray  don't  have  refreshments, 
And  jingle  knife  and  Fork. 


"I'm  willing  you  should  look  at  maps, 
Or  read  some  -stupid  book, perhaps; 
But  now  don't  laugh  or  joke  or  chat, 
I  cannot  sleep  if  you  do  that" 


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